Worst recall ever this morning. Few memories of doing something at school. Being stood outside the main hall as everyone came out of assembly. Walking into a shopping arcade, but everything was closed. That's about it!
Fragment I was in home with my younger sister. It was a late evening and it was quite dark outside. Random stuff was thrown all around on the ground. We talked for a while, moving between messy rooms. First dream Suddenly I found myself on a street. I was a black dude wearing jeans trousers and a green shirt. I was there with my grandpa - a black man wearing white t-shirt and dark jeans trousers. We were going to a skyscraper, as an evil businessman have kidnapped my girlfriend for some reason. I entered the building and ran around it, devastating everything until I got into his office. Finding no one there, I outright destroyed it. Suddenly I realized that now he took my grandpa. I ran out of building and tried to run after him, but I was too late and someone grabbed him to a yellow car. Second dream I was in school after some time of absence. It was a weird day - people from local forestry offices came to our school. No one was prepared for this, and teacher was a bit angry about that. When I saw what's going on I said that it would be better to hide somewhere. But first I went to cafeteria and took a glass of milk, drank it and thought that I really should hide. I went to toilets - the room was much bigger and dirtier than originally. I hid in one of the cabins - there was no stench but a lot of dirt. I thought that I'll have hard time getting out of this labyrinth. False awakening I woke up in my bed, and immediately thought about school and explaining myself from hiding. Next I thought about dream recall, and fallen asleep again.
I was in school. I felt really weak, I had high temperature and seizures. I was almost sleeping there. Teachers had nothing against it. Suddenly my mother and sister appeared, and I went out of school with them. We drove to some kind of government building, I was waiting for them to finish theirs paperwork. Somehow whole my class drove there too for a school trip. I drive back to school with them, and wander corridors. It was dark and the building was empty. I went out - the school was surrounded by huge mountains. They looked beautiful in the sunset.
The dream started with me walking into a classroom knowing that I was late. There were maybe 5 students in the room with a teacher at the front, and they were all standing around a circular table. Suddenly Daredevil and Electra are fighting eachother while everyone else watched.
I was in school. It was a lesson with our new teacher - a short, slim blonde in late thirties. She had a bit ugly face. She told to me about some kind of poster with my picture that was popular. I didn't knew what she was talking about. Later that day I was in home, and saw that teacher in my sister's room. She was browsing the web. I asked her about that poster, and she said that everyone asked who I am and that I looked great on it. I asked if someone posted it on the web, but she said that no. I went to talk with my younger sister. She was writing something. We take until our mother appeared. I realized that everyone in this room was naked, so I went to take some clothes. I went to toilet, and after a while all the family joined me there for some reason.
D1 - At school, after lessons, there is some festival? on.Everyone is congregated into a smallish space. Lots of bustling, two school children tell me that S is looking for me, and they want to help raise money for her. I follow them only to find out they are scamming me. I am very cross, and look for them but they're are way to many people and I can't see them anywhere. I decide to spend the afternoon looking through the building for them. Another teacher says he had similar problem. D2 - I am lying on the ground talking into an old style black phone, with swirly cord. I am allowed to ask questions of someone. Questions they would never normally ask about themselves. For every question I ask, I take one bullet from a gun. I ask stilted questions as its a bit difficult to focus when you've been shot. Each time I am getting holes torn into me. Soon enough I receive a fatal bullet. I do not care and am happy to sacrifice my life for the answers. I dramatically spray into a grey powder, loads of black dots on closer examination. Leaving powder in the air and black peices that are left of me.
I was in a city. It was a sunny morning. With a girl from my class we took a bus to school, but suddenly it took a totally different way. We got out of it and saw the correct bus driving and stop nearby. In order to get to it, we had to cross the road. The traffic was terrible, and as I crossed the street I felt weaker. I almost fallen on the road, the bus got away. Suddenly I found myself in school, inside a classroom. It was an English lesson with an old, irritating man. When it was over I decided to go outside - out seemed that school is placed inside my house. I met my maths teacher - a black haired woman in later thirties. She told me that she was wrong shouting at me week ago. Then she asked me what's another name for pharmacology specialist. I didn't knew what she was talking about, but I said a pharmacist. She said that I'm right and went away. There was something wrong about her - it wasn't the teacher but her twin. There were two the same women wandering around the school. I entered the building. It was a twisted maze of corridors and staircases leading to classrooms. I wandered around, trying to find my class. People on the corridor wanted something from me, but I ignored them. Finally I found the right classroom and had a lesson with that irritating man again. I thought "F***!" and sat near the same girl I met in the bus.
D1 - Class are drawing something, all the drawings are slightly different but all are wrong, red, blue pen is being used. Ed suggests he could help. I decide to redo lesson and take class back out on a trip to see the art they have been trying to replicate in the art gallery again. Whilst taking them I realise no way is there sufficient time to complete task, it is 2.30pm. I meet D in corridor she is smiley and helpful, but just makes me feel inaquedate and totally stupid. D2 - A load of old geezers are drinking in a bar, there is a large pitcher of whiskey which is being refilled. Some have hat and coats on. One looks like delboy out of only fools and horses. They are discussing someone, they don't rate. I have the feeling it is me. That I don't qualify as man enough for their liking. D3 - Someone is jogging through semi-woodland on a muddy track. They are having a conversation as he runs along, about how his coach has been so great and a fantastic rolemodel. And as I stand by the path, near some training bars, I get the feeling that I am excluded, as i am not a good rolemodel, or father or anything. D4 - We are at the last minute it seems again, trying to learn the lines for some performance. I try hopelessly to get the kids to remember their lines. Rob ever helpful, seems to have put me in a barrel and i'm in dark water out at sea. Next i'm on his boat in a small cabin, I can still sea the dark waters out the little rectangular windows. He shows me his parasitic worm collection, they are gigantic and very horrible. I try with all my intention to pull away as the worm comes towards my face. I imagine them inside me, eating me. He is upset about how his worms have not be breeding well, due to the dark wet weather and that the tanks have not been cleaned properly. Inside the wood in the cabin is slightly ornate, not unlike a coffin Oo. When I awake I am not scared but later remember the extreme sensation and fear.
I recall only short fragment. I was in school, wandering crowded corridors. Suddenly a man wearing a black suit appeared. He had bright hair and was clean shaven. Everyone started at him. He wanted to talk with me, but I can't recall why.
I recall a short fragment. First I was at school, in the cloakroom. I was thinking about getting an electrical guitar and learning how to play it. Then I was in my house, playing it.
I am on the school bus on the way to school. I realize that I am standing in the middle of the isle, slowly walking to the front of the bus. Then the bus driver yells at me, and I sit down, in the wrong seat. I laugh at my stupidity and push my finger through my hand to see if I am dreaming, but it doesn't work. I move one. I am in my school library with my classmates. It is first hour. Rosa Parks is going to be coming to school to give a presentation. I remember thinking that she already died, but I dismiss the idea. When she comes, she is the only one standing, everyone else is sitting. I think that she should get a chair because she is so old. All of a sudden, she is sitting down. I am back on the school bus at the end of the day. It is my stop. I walk up to the front of the bus to get off, but I realize that I forgot to bring my backpack, water bottle, and eos from my seat. I go back to my seat to get them, but they are scattered under the seat of the bus. I do an RC, but it doesn't work, so I move on.
First dream, short WILD I appeared in a dark room, with a female standing in front of me. I could recall only her legs and torso, her face was hidden in the darkness. She was wearing a gray blouse and jeans trousers. I decided to have some fun with her this time, and opened slit of her trousers. Then I proceeded to lick her up, but trousers were an obstacle for a bit. I turned my head back and again at her. Her trousers were gone, so I could assume a better position, and lick some more. She was kinda like dummy, standing still. It was going really intensive, and when it was right time, I managed to stay in the dream, though everything turned black for a moment. I appeared somewhere behind some storages. I woke up. Second dream I was in my home. It was Sunday. My phone broke and I used an older one. I was eating a lunch. Then I was fiddling with that phone. Everything was weird, every member of my family seemed distorted, strange. Next day I was in school. It was afternoon. I was going to cloakroom, to take my stuff from locker. The main hall was crowded. Suddenly I felt weak and fallen on the floor. I crawled to the nearest wall, and sat. I heard someone talking about a heart disorder I might have. After a while I regained strength and got up. I looked at my shoes, they were untied. I had some trouble tidying it up, but I managed to do it and went out of school.
I was in school, on polish lesson. O felt really ill. Teacher called me for an exam, I was coughing badly. She asked me about main protagonist of Nałkowska's "Border". I said I don't know anything about that, but instead of getting a bad grade, she said that I'm ill and she'll ask me another time. She left a note that the grade would be delayed due to a stomachache. I left the school and met my younger sister with her group of friends. There was a huge swing, I swung on it almost hitting my sister with legs. She was mad due to it. I left the swing be, and coughed hard. Suddenly I found myself in a government building, talking with a high ranking official. We were talking about a plague that quickly spreads around the world.
First dream I was in a shop near school. With classmates from previous school we were waiting in a queue. I wanted to buy some chips. For some reason, one of classmates paid for me and we went outside. On the way I ate some - it had strong herbal taste, and was a little bit spicy. We entered the school and went to IT room, where we worked on something. Second dream I was in my home, playing with our family pet - a fly. I had great fun with it, and wanted to find it some better place to live. I found a purple flower and found some good spot with few spiders. This fly was unusual - it ate spiders. Next day we wanted to play with our family pet, but we couldn't find it. We only found some dead spiders. Suddenly something jumped on me. I tried to throw it off, but it jumped back. After a while I managed to get rid of it - it was a strange black bug with long, thin legs.
I am in my literacy class. In that class we all have nicknames made up by the teacher. My nickname is Poly sci. The teacher is talking to me about "poly sci" and "mono sci" and how poly means many and mono means one. It is the same dream. A few of my classmates are opening late Christmas presents in large boxes. I don't feel jealous that much. We go to the school library, but it's the library that was in my Elementary school. One of my friends is there with a box full of cookies. I ask her if they taste good and she says that they do. I take one and eat it. It is blueberry flavored. My other friends take cookies too, and I wonder why they have chocolate cookies and I have blueberries. We are back in the classroom again, sitting at tables with atlases. My dad then walks up to me, and I start yelling at him. I am extremely mad at him for some reason. Once I am finished yelling at him, I see my mom in the distance shaking her head, and my friend seated next to me, a surprised look on her face. I am at my house, a different dream. The plot is that there's something going on with people getting fed a poisoned drink. I am in the basement, and a man is trying to talk to me. I start walking towards the stairs when he collapses, dead, against me. I ask my brother who the culprit is, and he tells me something about the maid from the book/movie "The Help". I walk upstairs and hear the doorbell ring. Seconds later I can hear the man outside the door talking, telling me that he is going to break into out house. I wonder if I should hide and tell dad. At the last second I race around into the garage and tell dad. (Although I wonder if I should talk to him because of how mad I was at him before.) Dad slowly walks to the front door where he tells me that he recognizes the man at the door as one of his friends. My mom is telling me that my cousin is sick again. She seems angry at him because she is talking in an irritated voice. She tells me that my cousin is worried about his later careers (he's only eleven!) Apparently he is lactose intolerant and people don't hire lactose intolerant people. Then my Aunt buts in and says that he was worried about his careers because of "The Rummage." I know she is talking about the rummage we had last summer. She says that the rummage was "the king". I thought it was kind of cool that I remembered my anger at my dad from a completely different dream. Hopefully it's a sign of being more observant
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